Pure Paradise by Allison Hobbs

him to hold his load even though his thrusts were methodical and slow.
    Milan’s mouth was hot and entirely too moist. Unable to endure the heat, Hilton pulled his dick out. Hurt and bewildered, her mouth suddenly vacant, Milan frowned, her flicking tongue capturing traces of pre-cum and her expression asking, What’s wrong?
    “Come ’mere, baby.” Hilton leaned forward and embraced Milan. He pressed her cheek against his broad, bare chest, patting her head and murmuring, “Lemme catch my breath. I have to get used to you again. Been away too long. I forgot how tight you are with your oral skills.”
    Hilton’s chest heaved against Milan’s face. He had no idea that his was the first and only dick she’d ever sucked. And what she did with her mouth had nothing to do with experience. It was all about love. God-dammit! There was no denying it—not even to herself. She loved Hilton Dorsey, but she knew he didn’t love her back. Who could? According to her mother, she was ornery, selfish, and unlovable. Milan believedthe hype, accepting that she was entitled to all the things that money could buy and granting herself permission to have everything but love.
     
    Hilton mounted and slowly entered her. Milan wrapped her legs around his back, binding him to her. Wantonly, she threw him the na-na, uttering raunchy sounds, making lewd gyrations as she did her best to mimic the loveless, uncommitted fucks she was accustomed to.
    “Slow down, baby.” Hilton slid his dick out of Milan’s pussy. “What’s up? Why are you trying to get me off so quickly?”
    “I’m not. Na-Na misses her man,” she replied, keeping her tone nonchalant.
    “Na-Na’s acting like she’s trying to make me bust a quick nut.” He unwound Milan’s long limbs from around his back, leaned back on his haunches, and pulled her up. His big hands cupped her small, round ass. “Lil’ Na-Na’s getting out of control,” he whispered as he aligned the head of his dick with her slippery opening. He pulled her close, gripping her buttocks so tight she couldn’t move. “Tell Na-Na that I got this, I’m calling the plays,” he muttered harshly in her ear and then hungrily nibbled at her neck, making her twist and squirm with pleasure.
    His gigantic hands covered her ass, maneuvering her slim and limber body in every direction that best suited his carnal desires. He started off bouncing her ass up and down his lengthy pole. Next, he grabbed her waistline and began rotating her around his shaft. Then his hands palmed her buttocks again. This time, he dug his short nails into her delicate flesh, making her flinch at the unexpected pleasurable pain.
    Without any show of affection, Hilton worked Milan, giving her the kind of fuck that was about expertise, proficiency, and control. He fucked her senseless and did not stop thrusting until he shot out violent spurts of fluid. She inched closer, keeping her body fastened to his, desperate to prolong the connection until she joined him in breathless ecstasy.
    Depleted, his flaccid appendage slipped out, leaving Milan’s na-na bruised and sore.
    At some point they crawled into bed and while in the throes of slumber, Milan rolled over to Hilton’s side of the bed. Half asleep and acting on pure instinct, she snuggled up, molding her body against his and draping her arm across his muscular frame, her hand hanging over his bicep. Swiftly sinking into a sound sleep, she didn’t know Hilton’s eyes had fluttered open when her body connected with his.
    In a dreamlike state, she murmured contentedly when his lips brushed her dangling fingers. She inched closer, burying her face into his broad back. Now in a deep sleep, she didn’t experience the warmth or feel the beating of his heart when he repositioned her hand, pressing her palm against his chest, keeping it close to his heart as he covered her slender hand with his own.
     
    Milan was accustomed to waking up in an empty bed, but this morning she felt